The woman in purple on the ice slowly stood up, her voice calm: "Come here, I'm here."
He was jolted again—that voice! When he vaguely heard it while unconscious, it had already startled him; now, hearing it clearly in the cold night, it sent a chill down his spine. The excruciating pain in his head instantly spread, and countless things seemed to surge forth. What…what is happening? Could this female healer…possess a kind of sorcery?
He gritted his teeth and stopped making a sound in his throat.
Assassins like him, who had faced death since their teens, were always ready to draw their swords and fight to the death, never letting their guard down for a moment. Yet, for some reason, this time a strong desire compelled him to break his usual code and walk over to see the female healer's face clearly.
He pulled Xiao Cheng out the door and walked step by step into the lake, his feet treading on solid ice.
Xue Ziye watched this person approach, and suddenly felt a sense of disorientation. It was the first time she had clearly seen this person's entire face. Indeed… those eyes… with a hint of blue and pure black, were clearly—
"Take out the Dragon Blood Pearl." He dragged the unconscious Xiao Cheng over, gritting his teeth as he spoke, "Otherwise she—"
Words froze in the instant their eyes met.
In that instant, his hands trembled violently again. He stared blankly at the person in front of him, unable to look away: her eyes... her eyes seemed to be somewhere...
The excruciating pain in his brain spread again, and darkness enveloped his thoughts in an instant.
He heard the woman under the cold moon speak calmly, without joy or anger: "Patients shouldn't wander around."
Why...why is that familiar voice again? Where...where have I heard it before?
He swayed slightly, and his vision began to blur.
His gaze darted about erratically, finally shifting away from the other person's eyes, then wandering aimlessly before finally settling on the ice, then suddenly freezing—he let out a low gasp, "What is that?"
A pale face emerged silently, gazing at him through the dark blue ice.
What... what is this—how did he get there? Who...who locked him up here?
Tong stared in horror at the face beneath the ice, his body trembling. Suddenly, he could no longer hold on, the silver knife in his hand fell onto the ice, and he clutched his head, letting out a painful and shrill scream.
"Valley Master...Valley Master!" The maids in the distance cried out and ran over.
Just now, they only saw that person pull Xiao Cheng to stand opposite the Valley Master. However, after saying a few words, the person began to tremble all over. Finally, he suddenly screamed and fell on the ice, rolling around with his head in his hands, as if a knife was churning in his brain.
All the maids looked at her with admiration: what secret technique did the Valley Master use to subdue this poisonous snake in an instant? However, Xue Ziye's face was also pale, and her whole body was trembling slightly.
That's right... I saw it clearly this time.
This person's eyes are so strange, with a slight blue and pure black, containing powerful spiritual energy—clearly a characteristic of the now extinct Moga clan!
Why save this person?
All the maids were somewhat reluctant when they carried the venomous snake back to treat it. However, no one dared to disobey the Valley Master's orders. The man's illness seemed truly strange, unlike anyone else who had ever come to the valley seeking medical help before. After placing him on the bed, the Valley Master took his pulse, frowned, and thought for a long time without saying a word.
"You all go out first." Xue Ziye looked at the person on the bed who was constantly clutching his head and screaming in pain, and instructed the maid beside her, "Oh, and remember, you must not tell Huo Zhanbai in the Winter Pavilion about this."
“But…” Greenie was really worried about leaving her mistress alone next to this poisonous snake.
"It's alright," Xue Ziye said calmly. "You can all go down now, I'll treat his illness."
"Yes." Shuanghong knew the Valley Master's temper, so she quickly tugged at Lü'er, gave her a wink, and the two of them retreated. After the maids left, Xue Ziye stood up and with a "whoosh," pulled down the curtains around her.
The room suddenly became pitch black, shutting out all the moonlight and snow light.
The moment darkness enveloped the area again, the person's screams ceased.
She paused, a bitter smile appearing on her lips: Is she afraid of the light?
This person's injuries were actually more severe than Huo Zhanbai's, yet he stubbornly resisted and refused to cooperate with treatment. She could have simply discarded this patient who had neither the Resurrection Token nor the obedience, but his eyes shocked her—the Moga clan originally numbered only a few hundred, but they had been wiped out in a massacre twelve years ago, and she had personally collected all the remains.
How can anyone still be alive? Who is this person? And how did they survive?
Moreover, although his eyes clearly inherited the characteristics of the Moga clan, they were also subtly different—his gaze possessed a magical power that made it impossible for anyone to look away once they had seen him.
Everything from the past had vanished, leaving no trace except for the people frozen beneath the lake's ice. But now, seeing those eyes suddenly felt like the past had returned—there were survivors! So, it was still possible to know the truth of that night, to know what kind of cruel hand had pushed her people to their deaths!
Therefore, she was determined to save him. The only witness.
Xue Ziye reached her hand towards the back of the person's head, but was pushed away forcefully in an instant.
In the darkness, he suddenly sat up straight on the bed without even opening his eyes. His movements were as fast as a ghost, and he cornered her against the wall. He then slashed her throat with his backhand, breathing heavily.
However, he could not withstand the excruciating pain in his head, and his counterattack lasted only a moment before he knelt down, trembling all over.
She stared in horror: Even in this situation, there was still such a strong subconscious counterattack? Had this person undergone some kind of extremely harsh training to develop this habit of killing anyone who came near him, even if he lost his mind?
"Get out...get out of here...ahhh..." The person muttered curses on the bed, clutching his head, and suddenly slammed his forehead against the wall violently. "I want to get out...I want to get out! Let me out!"
Xue Ziye suddenly froze, and images flashed through her mind.
In the darkness, the same piercing cry echoed in my mind, so familiar yet so distant, striking me again and again—Let me out! Let me out!
She suddenly pressed her head against the wall in pain, feeling a throbbing sensation in her temples—
Could it be... him?
It was him?
It's still snowing outside.
Xue Ziye sat in the darkness, tilting his head to listen to the soft sound of snowflakes falling, feeling the person under his hands still trembling slightly. A whole day had passed, and his voice had become hoarse, his resistance gradually weakening.
She stood up and lit a censer of incense. The invigorating aroma filled the dark room, calming the restless person.
After a long time, he finally woke up at dawn.